Moroccan Multiplicity

The writer, in Casablanca in French Morocco, on a wartime mission, gives his idea of what people, known and unknown to him, must think of him. To each individual he was a different person, depending on how much they knew about him, on what their politics were, their station in life, their race, creed, and color. To an Arab, from the hotel where he was billeted, he was a paragon of generosity, a millionaire member of a race of munificent millionaires. To a 25 year old lieutenant colonel of the Air Forces, he was old, fat, incompetent, a grossly overpaid and overfed character, who wore a uniform without bars on the shoulders...